Day 13

Day 13 – Total confirmed cases in US: 104,865

Like Jay-Z, I woke up at 4:44 the other night to ghosts that didn’t have the decency to die. You might think that’s the only thing me and Jay-Z have in common, but it’s not. We’re both American men, born in the 1960s, who write songs and married beautiful women.

About those women, those dreams, and that writing: here is what I found in my book the next morning, when the sun provided enough light for me to see the words I wrote in the dark:

Even if we had that kind of love
I might still fall into the other holes in my life,
those great yawning gaps where trees were pulled up by the roots,
bridges that collapsed under their own weight,
emptiness where the bombs exploded,
silence in the wake of laughter and tears,
darkness in the middle of a sunny day,
teardrops that come from nowhere,
unspoken words,
unwritten songs,
and the weight of dreams undreamed

the weight of dreams undreamed

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